You urge me to repentAye, and of what Shall I repent? What evil have I done? Who is there from amongst the priestly throng Which has renounced me dares to say That I have ever spoken but the truth, That I have ever taught what was not so, Or that I e'er have stultified my soul For gold or gain? And yet you say repent. O, whited sepulchres, whose outward forms Are fair indeed for fools to gaze upon, Tear from your eyes that veil which hides the sight Of a new birth. A grand awakening Of people free, unshackled by my might. The bruised and shattered gods of ignorance Are lying all around, and only you Are blinded to the sight.Tear off that veil. Behold in me a man by God ordained To preach humility, and peace and love, To sacrifice, if need be, every thought But that which glorifies the lowly soul And makes the peasant of the moor a king As great as he who dons the royal robes Of earthly thrones. The thought that God is Love, And Love, not creeds, can save the peasant's soul. You urge me to repent. Of what, I pray? Doth not the spirit of the truth I preach Cause you to blush and hang your head in shame To think that while I'm on my dying bed You dare ask this of me? Be gone, you dogs, Go fawn and kneel before the robes of state, But leave me with my God.I fear not death, I've nothing to repent.@3YOU@1 must repent. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH IMPERTURBABLE by CONRAD AIKEN VENUS IN A GARDEN by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS THE NIGHT MOTHS by EDWIN MARKHAM FROM THE AGES WITH A SMILE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |